.." she said. I let go of her arm and she stayed right there motionless, laying over her desk. I stood there for a moment just in case she tried anyth...ng, but she did not. I backed away towards the door watching her, but she didn't move. When I got to the door, I gave the lock a twist and then pulled a chair in front of it. This would give me a few added seconds in case she tried to make a break for it. I knew I could catch her if she tried to run. Then I came back and went around to the other. Socially the two of them were greattoo - many a backyard barbeque had been shared with the associated downing offine wine. The husband, Steve, was a bit of a handyman and was always willingto pop in to fix leaky taps and such - and always the perfect gentleman. Theobject of her attention was coming back onto the porch, having finished tendingher (oh so) perfect garden."Hi Lynn - great weather isn't it?"The voice carried the sunshine lilt of the country of her birth - South Africa."Yeah it's. I heard the engine shut off and two doors open. I quickly adjusted myself with my back on the floor and my feet up. If these guys were gonna take me then I was gonna give them a few bruises. The trunk opened and I kicked as hard as I could, straight into thin air. They had moved to the side of the vehicle. My legs were grabbed and I was dragged out of the trunk. “Okay look I know what you guys want and I mean couldn’t you have asked for it first? Like let me turn you down before you resort to. They explained why it was not acceptable for children of the opposite sex to be sleeping together, especially when they were brother and sister. They appealed to the intelligence of the siblings, asking if they understood the problem."Yes," they replied together."Do you have any questions?" No." Good. Which room do you want, Alex?" her mother asked. Alex pointed to the room they had been sleeping in."Which room do you want, Stephen?" his father asked. There were three other empty bedrooms to.